Notes from the sound guy:
A pro tip from me to you. Rubber boots. Wear them. Always. Or at least when you're coming here. Because every step is a gamble between solid ground and squishy surprise.
The path here fights back. Branches in my face, ditches to hop, a forest that clearly prefers to be left alone. Then suddenly – space.
A wild, glittering bog with an old leaning tower looking like a mean, dirty cousin to the one in Pisa. Climbing it would instantly kill me, so I guess I won't.
This spot is not the easiest to reach. Which probably explains the lack of souvenir shops, cafés and ice-cream parlours. Or other humans.
My favourite sound in the recording: The squelch of my boots at 41 minutes and 33 seconds. Messy in an ASMR way.